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Phoebe looked confused at first. A church…focused on…having a good time? What on earth did he…oh. Her cheeks blazed red again. Apparently, sexuality was an important and very open aspect of the culture in this new place. It was definitely going to take some getting used to and she wasn’t sure yet if everything would be better or worse for it. She changed her mind on that every day it seemed. As he opened the door she stepped back outside, relaxing a little. Maybe she had jumped to conclusions she shouldn’t have. Well…no. She did jump to conclusions she shouldn’t have. Phoebe felt guilty about it, but he was already moving right along with the topic. ”Nothing I expect a girl like you to know of.” Well what in heck did that mean!? She recognized her innocence and lack of experience but she wasn’t stupid. ”You don’t become a master midwife without knowing quite a lot actually.” She said, giving her basket a little glare as she adjusted it on her arm. Sure she had never put any of it into practice but she might, technically know more than he did. She had to. What else was she to do when a woman came complaining about a lack of fertility or a lack of drive or what she was supposed to do while her body healed but her husband wanted her? Phoebe knew a lot. Just…don’t ask her to act any of it out with any level of confidence. ”So you worship Frey then?” she said, still a little irritated at his assumption about her. She didn’t know about any of the other deities and if he was worshipping with sex-parties, who else would it be? Briefly she wondered how well that worked out for them, given that Frey’s interests went beyond sex for the sake of it.{/i} Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world